I just came back from a visit to Oklahoma for my Grandfather's 90th birthday.
There's lots I could post about.
But for now, I'm going to make it short and sweet.
When I was a small person, my Grandpa often called me "Puddin-toot."
Yesterday morning, when I walked into my grandparents' home with Claire on my hip, my Grandpa looked at her and said, "Well hi, Puddin-toot," and things had come full circle.
I had come back home.